30 Paintings in 30 Days
Day 31 Final Collage
Here is the Collage of all 30 Paintings in 30 Days for Jan 2016
All my treasures for the month of Jan
by
Alice Edwards 1949 --
30 Paintings in 30 Days
various media and supports
Sunday, 31 January 2016
Collage Jan 31, 30 Paintings in 30 Days
Jan 31, 2016
30 Paintings in 30 Days
Day 31 Final Collage
Here is the Collage of all 30 Paintings in 30 Days for Jan 2016
All my treasures for the month of Jan
by
Alice Edwards 1949 --
30 Paintings in 30 Days
various media and supports
30 Paintings in 30 Days
Day 31 Final Collage
Here is the Collage of all 30 Paintings in 30 Days for Jan 2016
All my treasures for the month of Jan
by
Alice Edwards 1949 --
30 Paintings in 30 Days
various media and supports
Saturday, 30 January 2016
Day 30 - 30 Paintings in 30 Days
30 Paintings in 30 Days
Day 30 - Not Forgotten
On November 11th, 2015 I attended the Remembrance Day Ceremonies in Alliston. I was incredibly moved then and I still am.
There were all kinds of todays’ military there, school children, and veterans of all ages and stripes.
Before the ceremony began a huge, Commemorative larger than life mural, commissioned by the local Royal Canadian Legion Alliston, Branch 171, painted by Greg Hindle and his artist wife, Susan Hindle, was unveiled by two Canadian Afghan veterans.
When the soldiers dropped the tarps there was a heart felt Ah... from everyone present, then a collective silence.
In that moment, and since I’ve thought about remembrance and art, because I realized painting, in particular, and art in general, touches the human heart of us in ways that can not be measured in dollars and cents.
There wasn’t anyone among who did not recognize that we saw and felt something so intimate, so personal yet collectively we felt as one.
That does not happen everyday.
After the ceremony proper was concluded, ( Alliston did her sons and daughters proud that day ) all the school children clamoured to have their pictures taken sitting front of the 158 painted poppies.
Those kids ran up and plunked themselves down wanting and demanding to be part of something bigger than themselves.
Art did that.
Here’s today’s treasure:
Alice Edwards 1949 --
Not forgotten
8” x 10”
Oil on stretched canvas
Friday, 29 January 2016
Day 29 - 30 Paintings in 30 days
Jan 29, 2016
30 Paintings in 30 Days
Day 29 - A Gentleman's Gentleman
Yesterday, after I left you, a painter friend dropped by and I discovered I had been saved by a miracle again.
I made us tea, curled up on the couch feet tucked under me. I felt good I'd posted. all was right with my world.
She asked me right out the blue how I'd cut myself like that?" pointing at the sole of my left foot. she said, " that must hurt."
"I haven't cut myself." I said. I could say that with a considerable degree of certainty because nothing hurt anywhere.
"There." She said pointing again at my foot. I looked and sure enough there was a nasty looking wound on the sole of my foot. Only it didn't hurt.
I looked again, realized that the carefully hoarded little piece of burnt sienna paint had fallen off my palette and I had stepped on it.
The miracle was I had walked all over the place to make tea, dump cherries in a bowl for a snack, gone into a back room, back into the livingroom, sat down, pulled my feet up and tucked them under me. Did all that.
And. There. Was. Not. A mark. Anywhere on the carpet.
The whole place is carpeted as you remember from Skip's palette adventure.
I'm calling it a miracle!
Here's today's
Alice Edwards 1949 --
A Gentleman's Gentleman
9" x 7"
oil on canvas board
30 Paintings in 30 Days
Day 29 - A Gentleman's Gentleman
Yesterday, after I left you, a painter friend dropped by and I discovered I had been saved by a miracle again.
I made us tea, curled up on the couch feet tucked under me. I felt good I'd posted. all was right with my world.
She asked me right out the blue how I'd cut myself like that?" pointing at the sole of my left foot. she said, " that must hurt."
"I haven't cut myself." I said. I could say that with a considerable degree of certainty because nothing hurt anywhere.
"There." She said pointing again at my foot. I looked and sure enough there was a nasty looking wound on the sole of my foot. Only it didn't hurt.
I looked again, realized that the carefully hoarded little piece of burnt sienna paint had fallen off my palette and I had stepped on it.
The miracle was I had walked all over the place to make tea, dump cherries in a bowl for a snack, gone into a back room, back into the livingroom, sat down, pulled my feet up and tucked them under me. Did all that.
And. There. Was. Not. A mark. Anywhere on the carpet.
The whole place is carpeted as you remember from Skip's palette adventure.
I'm calling it a miracle!
Here's today's
Alice Edwards 1949 --
A Gentleman's Gentleman
9" x 7"
oil on canvas board
Thursday, 28 January 2016
Day 28, 30 Paintings on 30 Days
Jan 28, 2016
30 Paintings in 30 Days
Day 28
This inventing people has got to stop. I sit down with a small drawing of someone and arise with a painting of someone else. The small drawings are a jumping off point
The spirits are pushy some days. Days like this make me wonder just who is driving the paint brushes.
They aren't bad days. Just days where the question of who is in charge nags.
Take today. I have no idea where the red earrings came from but they had to go in. And not just any shade would do. Nothing but that glorious red.
When I was a kid my father told my mother to dress me in red so they could always pick me out of a crowd. It wasn't so bad in the cool true reds. They had a cool blue under tone. I felt pretty good in that.
But sometimes, they would go off the rails and I would wind up in warm reds that were yellow based
I didn't feel good in those shades but money didn't go on trees in our back yard. My mother being a frugal woman would buy it a size big.
Those were the years I couldn't grow fast enough to get out of those colours. Sometimes I had to wear them for what felt like forever. Maybe two plus years.
I know there are people who say I was selfish wanting something I liked but wearing the street hand me downs wasn't easy either. I did that too.
When I got that paper route at age nine no one bought me clothes. I bought my own and you can bet they were not red.
I went strictly cool blue. Period. Deep rich greens if I could get them. I needed those colours because my spirit shriveled in those warm reds.
Lately though, I've had a hankering for true red.
Maybe my inner me is telling my outer me to go dancing in red.
Here's todays treasure
Alice Edwards
Red Earrings
4" x 5"
oil on stretched canvas
30 Paintings in 30 Days
Day 28
This inventing people has got to stop. I sit down with a small drawing of someone and arise with a painting of someone else. The small drawings are a jumping off point
The spirits are pushy some days. Days like this make me wonder just who is driving the paint brushes.
They aren't bad days. Just days where the question of who is in charge nags.
Take today. I have no idea where the red earrings came from but they had to go in. And not just any shade would do. Nothing but that glorious red.
When I was a kid my father told my mother to dress me in red so they could always pick me out of a crowd. It wasn't so bad in the cool true reds. They had a cool blue under tone. I felt pretty good in that.
But sometimes, they would go off the rails and I would wind up in warm reds that were yellow based
I didn't feel good in those shades but money didn't go on trees in our back yard. My mother being a frugal woman would buy it a size big.
Those were the years I couldn't grow fast enough to get out of those colours. Sometimes I had to wear them for what felt like forever. Maybe two plus years.
I know there are people who say I was selfish wanting something I liked but wearing the street hand me downs wasn't easy either. I did that too.
When I got that paper route at age nine no one bought me clothes. I bought my own and you can bet they were not red.
I went strictly cool blue. Period. Deep rich greens if I could get them. I needed those colours because my spirit shriveled in those warm reds.
Lately though, I've had a hankering for true red.
Maybe my inner me is telling my outer me to go dancing in red.
Here's todays treasure
Alice Edwards
Red Earrings
4" x 5"
oil on stretched canvas
Wednesday, 27 January 2016
Day 27 - 30 paintings in 30 Days
Jan 27, 2016
30 Paintings in 30 Days
Day 27
Funny the things that can trigger a memory.
I sat down at the easel to mind my own business today when it occurred to me that one way or another I'm been doing "arty things" for the past, well, my entire life really.
Dance skater, photographer, sculpting (I started that when I was 3 according to my mother. Apparently I was scary good). Always drawing, painting, making things with my hands
Then in grade 6 our teacher, Mr Gough, took us to the Art Gallery of Ontario. I'd never heard of the place. Art had no place in our house. He wanted us all to see the Vincent van Gogh show. I'd never heard of him either. And I thought it would old master stuff.
I didn't much like the old masters. I thought there was something wrong with me. I just didn't like their pictures. Somehow, I felt I should, but they were all dark brown to me.
Now, of course, I know a lousy reproduction when I see one but not back then. I've see a great deal of the real thing in the flesh since.
Miracle of miracles, my parents said yes.
Anyway. off we went to the AGO. I was so stunned by the inside of the building I wanted to go everywhere at once but Mr. Gough herded us like a good sheep dog.
"In here," he said. I was busy staring behind me trying to see everything. He gently took me by the shoulders and turned me around. There directly in front of me was
" Sunflowers"
Shocked, I just stood there, my mind being flooded with colour. I stood there forever or perhaps only a minute but to me I'm still standing there frozen at the sight before me. I could have stayed there forever. I did stay there forever. I'm still there.
He steered me over the "The Bedroom At Arles." I thought it looked all cockeyed but the colour!
I heard and saw the teacher pointing out the distortion in perspective but again I was slain by the colour.
I must have taken it in because I remember the things he said and it all makes sense now.
But back then, colour rocked me back on my heels right off my feet in my mind. It set me free. I've not come down to earth since.
I wonder what Mr Gough would say if he knew what he did for me that day?
If there's a place for good teachers I'm sure he's there.
And if he isn't, he should be. When I get there I'll look for him and tell him Thank You for opening the doors of my heart and mind. You made all the difference in my life.
Here's today's treasure:
Alice Edwards 1949 --
Red box
9" x 7"
oil on canvas covered board
30 Paintings in 30 Days
Day 27
Funny the things that can trigger a memory.
I sat down at the easel to mind my own business today when it occurred to me that one way or another I'm been doing "arty things" for the past, well, my entire life really.
Dance skater, photographer, sculpting (I started that when I was 3 according to my mother. Apparently I was scary good). Always drawing, painting, making things with my hands
Then in grade 6 our teacher, Mr Gough, took us to the Art Gallery of Ontario. I'd never heard of the place. Art had no place in our house. He wanted us all to see the Vincent van Gogh show. I'd never heard of him either. And I thought it would old master stuff.
I didn't much like the old masters. I thought there was something wrong with me. I just didn't like their pictures. Somehow, I felt I should, but they were all dark brown to me.
Now, of course, I know a lousy reproduction when I see one but not back then. I've see a great deal of the real thing in the flesh since.
Miracle of miracles, my parents said yes.
Anyway. off we went to the AGO. I was so stunned by the inside of the building I wanted to go everywhere at once but Mr. Gough herded us like a good sheep dog.
"In here," he said. I was busy staring behind me trying to see everything. He gently took me by the shoulders and turned me around. There directly in front of me was
" Sunflowers"
Shocked, I just stood there, my mind being flooded with colour. I stood there forever or perhaps only a minute but to me I'm still standing there frozen at the sight before me. I could have stayed there forever. I did stay there forever. I'm still there.
He steered me over the "The Bedroom At Arles." I thought it looked all cockeyed but the colour!
I heard and saw the teacher pointing out the distortion in perspective but again I was slain by the colour.
I must have taken it in because I remember the things he said and it all makes sense now.
But back then, colour rocked me back on my heels right off my feet in my mind. It set me free. I've not come down to earth since.
I wonder what Mr Gough would say if he knew what he did for me that day?
If there's a place for good teachers I'm sure he's there.
Here's today's treasure:
Alice Edwards 1949 --
Red box
9" x 7"
oil on canvas covered board
Tuesday, 26 January 2016
Day 26 - 30 Paintings in 30 Days
Jan 26, 2016
30 Painting in 30 Days
Day 26
Sometimes you just like something or someone and you want to show the world.
So today's treasure is of one of my large, in process paintings. Something about this particular painting stirs my heart. I have worked on this over a longer period of time.
Yes, it is not finished but it will be.
I work on her a little every day because she deserves to come to life. I know where her home is going to be. I'll be able to visit. I thought you might like to meet her. Beside her is the little study which began it all.
When you enlarge a study things change. An artist friend told me she has become presence now. She has gravitas and I can feel that too.
I use the word "study" loosely because I created it and her from my imagination during a demo one hot July 1st Canada Day celebration at the local museum.
She's been with me through all of my moves and the various ups and down in my life lately. Still, as I work on her, changing this and that, I learn more about her and how she came into my mind that afternoon in front of 200 people.
Pretty soon now we'll part company and I wanted you to meet her and her red blanket.
Maybe before we part she'll whisper her spirit name to me
Today's Treasures:
Alice Edwards 1949 --
The Red Blanket
36" x 36"
oil on canvas
30 Painting in 30 Days
Day 26
Sometimes you just like something or someone and you want to show the world.
So today's treasure is of one of my large, in process paintings. Something about this particular painting stirs my heart. I have worked on this over a longer period of time.
Yes, it is not finished but it will be.
I work on her a little every day because she deserves to come to life. I know where her home is going to be. I'll be able to visit. I thought you might like to meet her. Beside her is the little study which began it all.
When you enlarge a study things change. An artist friend told me she has become presence now. She has gravitas and I can feel that too.
I use the word "study" loosely because I created it and her from my imagination during a demo one hot July 1st Canada Day celebration at the local museum.
She's been with me through all of my moves and the various ups and down in my life lately. Still, as I work on her, changing this and that, I learn more about her and how she came into my mind that afternoon in front of 200 people.
Pretty soon now we'll part company and I wanted you to meet her and her red blanket.
Maybe before we part she'll whisper her spirit name to me
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| Alice Edwards 1949 -- Study Red Blanket 9 1'4" x 10 1/2" oil on birch |
The Red Blanket
36" x 36"
oil on canvas
Monday, 25 January 2016
Day 25 - 30 Paintings in 30 Days
Jan 25, 2016
30 Paintings in 30 days
Day 25
I don't know about you but I do like to see an artist's sketchbook. I particularly want to read the notes one writes to themselves.
All those little instructions you almost can't read or when you can, make no sense to anyone except their maker.
I have been fortunate enough to go backstage, so to speak, and in places, where the average artist doesn't get to to see or handle original art work of someone well known.
I got to do it with Arthur Schilling's work, and I got to do it with the Frederick Bantings' drawings. Up until that moment in my life I hadn't known Banting painted with the Group of Seven occasionally.
When I saw all the Banting drawings they were in the Alliston Library (Ontario) being prepped to be put on line for the whole world to see. Then they were to be moved moved to the Simcoe County Archives.
So there I was with the conservators.
I was given small pristine white cotton gloves to wear to keep the oil in in my skin from damaging the paper. A conservator sat right beside intently watching my every move so I didn't inadvertently do anything that might damage a drawing. He was a pleasant young man intent on doing things the right way, no, the safe way. He was pleasant, polite, kind, gentle and very knowledgeable about Banting's life and these drawings
I was almost afraid to breath. It was a very big deal my being allowed in the room. I remember how fascinated I was, and oh so careful. There were drawings of his travels in Europe right down to the Lombardy poplar trees and drawings from his travels in Algoma Ontaro with the boys.
That two hours has stayed fresh in my mind for about 18 years.
All those little notes that take a painter right back in time and place. To the weather, the smells. Every thing about a hand recorded scene is forever etched in the mind of the artist. Where they were, when the drawing was done, who they were with if anyone. Why that spot, or person.
All of it stays with you for life. Artists are time travelers.
I don't have a Schilling or a Banting to show you but I was in the Alliston Library the other day when I did this drawing. I just now realized I do the same little notes and things all over the sketchbook paper when I believe a painting may come of the drawing
So here are my visual/word notes from the New Tecumseh Public Library - Alliston Branch. (I got consent)
Alice Edwards 1949 --
my visual notes for "At the Computer"
5" x 6"
pen, ink and pencil on paper
30 Paintings in 30 days
Day 25
I don't know about you but I do like to see an artist's sketchbook. I particularly want to read the notes one writes to themselves.
All those little instructions you almost can't read or when you can, make no sense to anyone except their maker.
I have been fortunate enough to go backstage, so to speak, and in places, where the average artist doesn't get to to see or handle original art work of someone well known.
I got to do it with Arthur Schilling's work, and I got to do it with the Frederick Bantings' drawings. Up until that moment in my life I hadn't known Banting painted with the Group of Seven occasionally.
When I saw all the Banting drawings they were in the Alliston Library (Ontario) being prepped to be put on line for the whole world to see. Then they were to be moved moved to the Simcoe County Archives.
So there I was with the conservators.
I was given small pristine white cotton gloves to wear to keep the oil in in my skin from damaging the paper. A conservator sat right beside intently watching my every move so I didn't inadvertently do anything that might damage a drawing. He was a pleasant young man intent on doing things the right way, no, the safe way. He was pleasant, polite, kind, gentle and very knowledgeable about Banting's life and these drawings
I was almost afraid to breath. It was a very big deal my being allowed in the room. I remember how fascinated I was, and oh so careful. There were drawings of his travels in Europe right down to the Lombardy poplar trees and drawings from his travels in Algoma Ontaro with the boys.
That two hours has stayed fresh in my mind for about 18 years.
All those little notes that take a painter right back in time and place. To the weather, the smells. Every thing about a hand recorded scene is forever etched in the mind of the artist. Where they were, when the drawing was done, who they were with if anyone. Why that spot, or person.
All of it stays with you for life. Artists are time travelers.
I don't have a Schilling or a Banting to show you but I was in the Alliston Library the other day when I did this drawing. I just now realized I do the same little notes and things all over the sketchbook paper when I believe a painting may come of the drawing
So here are my visual/word notes from the New Tecumseh Public Library - Alliston Branch. (I got consent)
Alice Edwards 1949 --my visual notes for "At the Computer"
5" x 6"
pen, ink and pencil on paper
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